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Stars shone in the dark sky, the sun having already set. Night had come as Izuku walked to Katsukis apartment, his breath making white puffs in the cold air. He was extremely excited. Katsuki had invited him over for a date at his place. They usually went outside but Katsuki said he wanted to make something special, Izuku was of course thrilled.Katsuki had said to just wear anything comfortable because they would stay indoors. And Izuku went with it completely, he had a blue beanie with a puffer jacket, grey sweater, jeans and his iconic red shoes beneath. Leading him to Katsukis home. His shoes making light thuds on the cement pavement of the side walk.
He had thrown it together in a hurry but was overall pretty okay with the outfit. Uraraka had crashed at his place because she didn’t know what to do with feelings she had for a ‘special someone’. (toga, if you were wondering) And as a result, made him late to his date. Upon reaching the apartment Izuku knocked and waited, though he didn’t have to wait long. About a few seconds later he heard frantic movements, a cuss, some rustling, and finally the turn of a key. The door opened slightly.
“Who is it?” Grumbled out a low voice, he seemed annoyed for some reason.
“It’s me! Hi Kachan!” He peered inside.
The door swung open to its extent. It’s hinges squeaking so badly you would think it was a mouse. Behind the door was Katsuki, his hair somewhat disheveled. A couple of spikes were droopy, others standing too tall. The faint scent of cinnamon hitting his nose. But what Katsuki himself was wearing was more peculiar than his saggy locks of hair. He was wearing an apron, it was a pastel orange in colour. On it was written ‘No Bitchen In My Kitchen!’ Which just felt entirely like something Katsuki would say.
Katsukis face instantly turned polar opposite, gone was the annoyed tone. There was a gentle caress in his words. His expression soft, relief wiping his tension. Each letter of what he said bounced off of Izukus heart.
“Izuku? Gosh I was worried you weren’t coming” He took two or three steps forward, caging Izuku and cradling him in his arms. He took off the beanie and buried his face in Izukus curls. Izukus was, in turn, buried in Katsukis chest, his cold nose warming to the heat trapped in Katsukis chest. He handed the beanie to izuku, so that he could just hold him and nothing else.
“Sorry, I hope you didn’t wait too long?” He said, tilting his head up to look at Katsuki.
“Mmm... Was worried for a moment. But im happy to see I didn’t need to”
Both of them chuckled, sharing each others warmth. Carefully, Katsuki lifted Izuku off the ground, carrying him bridal style inside. Izuku gasped when his feet left the ground, grabbing onto Katsukis neck for support. His ears were an ever so tiny bit pink, shock turning into embarrassment until he giggled in Katsukis arms. Katsuki gave him a small kiss on the forehead, taking in Izukus scent. He smelled like everything he wanted.
The door shut close as Katsuki brought Izuku over to the dining table. On the table was a vase filled with flowers. His favorite ones too. He doesnt even remember when he mentioned it because he sure as hell doesn’t know.
“The vase...”
“Yeah, I remembered you telling me you liked orchids so I got some” He answered non-chalantly. The question not even having been completed.
They were beautiful, red flowers dancing in yellow light. The veins of each petal looked like the tiny branches of a tree, illuminated by the light of the lamp. He reached out, hand touching the flowers with a feather like weight. It was incredibly soft, not only the flowers, but the moment as well. But at the same time, they were beautiful, lovely, gorgeous, and everything in between.
And oh how it made his heart throb.
Katsuki watched Izuku tentatively. Seeing his emotions flicker from one to the other, a light blush rushing through his skin. A smile graced Izuku, his freckled cheeks lifting a bit. Katsuki gently put him down on the chair, as though handling glass. He left to go to the kitchen, leaving Izuku to explore. The first thing he did was take off the jacket and put it on a hanger with the beanie. But then the smell of something like vanilla hit him. It was coming from the kitchen, and it was heavenly. It was strong though, that was literally all he could smell for 10 minutes at least, even on the other side of the apartment it was invading his nostrils.
So he decided he’d just go into the kitchen, it might ruin the surprise but he didn’t mind. But he didn’t have to. The cake was on the table, wafts of steam rising in the air, each like a thread that dissolved the farther it went, curling in one place and another. Katsuki sat there cutting a piece out, his hands making even lines on the cake. Izuku walked forward, watching the other plate a piece of cake.
“Spying again?” Katsuki smirked.
“I mean, old habits die hard am I right? Oh and which cake is that it smells amazing! I could smell it from the other side of the house! I think it’s vanilla, but something is mixed with it...” Izuku continued to ramble while Katsuki plated the last piece. He didn’t know why Izuku didn’t just join a rap band at this point. He turned to look at Izuku, he was seated but still talking. Still talking. And talking. Talking.
He picked up a spoon, took a bit of cake, and shoved it in Izukus mouth.
“And- Mph! Kaffan!” He could barely make out words now.
“Eat. You’ve rambled quite a lot now”
Izuku was about to make a retort but the taste of the sweet on his tongue gave him a different thing to focus on. It had vanilla, but the taste of apple was in it as well. He chewed, it was soft too.
“So? How is it?”
“Yum! What did you put in it?” He grabbed one of the plates, a piece of cake laying on top.
“Just one special ingredient. Wanna guess?” He smirked. Izuku took more bites, savouring each like a respected heirloom. He loved it!
“Ummm... I mean, it’s sweet! But... hold on...” He took another bite, taking in the flavour profile of it.
“Vanilla? I’m not close am I?” Katsuki grinned and shook his head.
“No. It’s cinnamon”
“What! Oh gosh I didn’t even think of that!”
They continued to talk, on and on till the cake was finished. (Don’t worry it was a small cake) Izuku then went to wash up his hands in the bathroom. Katsuki sat on the couch, leaning back onto the sofa, blanket draped over him. He wasn’t necessarily tired, just bored, lazy even. Not knowing what to do in that moment. And all he had was the tv remote.
That’s what Izuku found him doing. Scrolling through movies like taking in a breath of air. Izuku observed from behind the couch, mentally noting the movies he paused on. Izuku made his way to the front, sitting right next to him. Katsuki finally clicked on a movie, he chose an old time classic of course.
Izuku slowly edged closer and closer to Katsuki, trying to go unnoticed. Unluckily for him it went completely noticed. And it was tiring Katsuki in how long his lover was taking. He wanted to just pull him close, hug him tight, and not let go, but that would just ruin the mood. So he waited, patiently. And patient he was. Katsuki waited a grueling fifteen minutes for the freckle face to get to him. And when he did get there Katsuki simply pulled him into the blanket. He touched Izukus hands, large and calloused meeting small and scarred.
Katsuki lingered on his hands. Tracing each scar carefully, gently. He wanted to spend his days with this man. Be with him. Live with him. And in that moment, everything was perfect. The way it would be. Katsuki was having major butterflies. His stomach lurching with his feelings. The movie stayed in the background. Music filling his ears.
Izuku was curled up next to him, shoved into the blanket and trapped in endless warmth. He could feel Katsukis heart beat, his breathing. How all of a sudden it quickened. He shot his head up to look at Katsuki. Was something wrong? Turns out he was proven wrong instead. Katsuki had a soft flush on him, his features showing an unreadable expression.
“Kachan? Is something wrong?” Did he have a cold? Was he sick?
Katsuki turned his head to look at the angel he got. He lifted his hand towards the others lip, and Izuku understood what he wanted. His eyes told him everything. Those ruby eyes. And emerald gems. Katsuki moved forward, slowly, seeing if permission was granted. He towered over Izuku even while sitting, so he had to lean down to capture his pink lips. He gave him one kiss, slowly moving one hand from the sofa to Izukus lower back. Izukus hands were crawling to hold onto Katsukis neck, his other hand making a fist in his hair. Katsuki hovered over him even after separating their lips. They could feel the others breath. It was inviting, warm, soothing.
He stole another, then another. One kiss after the other he unraveled Izuku, he was panting, face as red as the orchids on the table. Katsuki was cradling him in his lap, pecking him once here, once there, then here, and there again. Izuku was just a mumbling mess at this point, words tumbling out with no actual meaning behind.
His eyes were dazed, glazed slightly. But he was happy. Katsuki shoved Izuku onto the sofa, face towards him. He laid down beside him, slowly bringing the other on top. Izukus eyes shut close, he was tired. Katsuki gazed at him, watching his eyes flutter. He used his foot to grab the blanket. He put it on top of the both of them. The movie had been turned off, so only silence remained.
They still had a lot to go through. But they would do it together. Never alone.